Monday, June 06, 2011

Back again (weekends don't count, you know) with a song from my favorite band or, at the very least, a band that I consider really fucking good; and the standard by which I judge this band to be 110% awesome is that every album they've produced I enjoy immensely, be it a month, six months, or a year after the first listen. The band in question? Arcade Fire. Funeral was a work of genius, Neon Bible magically delicious, and The Suburbs was -metaphorically speaking- like a rock-hard boner or a shot of semen to the mouth regardless of your sexual preferences.*

One song doesn't really do the situation justice, but those are the rules.

* Or, as would be the case for some people, quite literally. But we'll save the spunk for later.

Another Bonus Round!

This one's courtesy of none other than Psychedelic Kimchi's very own Maestro of Masturbation, Tiberious aka Sparkles aka Harrison Forbes, a man who was positively certain that I'd include a song by PK mainstay The Killers. Chances are that he'll be proven correct in his omniscience, if only for today.

I should also take the time to note that another PK mainstay, the most enduring of Constant Retards known as Avis knew this was coming as well, just as another, former (and thus, less than constant) Retard could have foreseen a Killers inclusion, too (had she a better memory).